Two or three angels around
Always marching
Butterflies with heavy wings
Of cinnamon
No reason to keep this secret
Every time I see you, that I call you
Life gives me what I expect
In every bar, at every corner
Every church
Everyone can see that without you
I turn to diesel
You have keys to everything, to the Eiffel Tour
Up there, you color the rainbow
That's why I call you "good news"
I hear the brass, the strings, the horns
The cellos
I see the world from far, far away
Under my ladders
Nature may create milk and honey
What's great, priceless, Essential
Is always better in your shade
Good news
I fought like everyone else
To get away from my shadows
In tunnels
On the great obstacle course
I awaited you like a miracle
Like Christmas
Came my lucky day
Not too early, not too late
In time
When you lit your smile
I finally let myself say
Life gives me what I expect
Life gives me what I expect
So I will be the guy with eyes
Full of sparks
The one who knows the colors of your make-up
When our fingers interlock
Do you have clouds for soles?
This could be eternal
In some time, a few rides
On a carousel
When I write you love notes
Salt and pepper
No need to keep it a secret
I will say each time I call you
Life gives me what I expect
Life gives me what I expect
Life gives me what I expect
Good news, good news
I used to fight like everyone else...
On this great obstacle course...